When the son of Thor, the Nordic thunder god and a hard-headed meteorologist clash, sparks fly and they all aren't weather related.

A night of too many martinis had Isabella’s friend attempting to convince her that an Immortal was the way to go in finding the man of her dreams.  She’s convinced that there are better odds of being struck by lightning than meeting an Immortal.  Unknown to her, Galvin Haldor, the new weather team member at Channel 12 is the son of Thor, and her life is in for a drastic change on a number of fronts.  In addition to fighting her physical attraction to an employee, she has to deal with a number of family secrets coming out of the closet.

“Are you going to let me in or do I stand out here and have a conversation with you that we share with your neighbors?  The lady down the hall just stuck her head out and I think she’s listening.”

Crap.  Mrs. Lawson has ears Dumbo would envy, Isabella thought as she envisioned her nosey neighbor’s ears flapping to not miss a word of what transpired down the hall.  “Okay, give me a minute.”  She closed the door and took off the chain before opening it again to let in her visitor.

“Don’t you know anything about manners?”  She grumbled when Galvin stepped inside.  “People are supposed to call before they show up unannounced, especially at this hour of night…or should I say morning.”

“Sorry, where I’m from we don’t stand on such formalities,” Galvin’s blue eyes traveled over her from head to foot.  “I have trouble winding down after work and thought you may suffer the same affliction.”

“Yeah.  Well, it’s frigging one o’clock in the morning and you should’ve called.”  She grudgingly motioned him toward a chair.  “What can I do for you now that you’re here?”  Ooops, bad choice of words.  She saw the lust that flickered in the depths of his eyes and caused them to deepen to a darker blue.  “I mean, why did you just decide to drop by?”  She saw Galvin pull an item from his pocket.

He studied it for a moment before handing it to her.  “I though you would be interested in knowing where this disappeared to.”

Puzzled, Isabella took the dark case from him.  “A video?  What do want me to do with this?”

“You can watch it if you want.”  Galvin coughed slightly before he continued.  “You may not need to since you were in the original version, shall we say.”

“What…”  It hit Isabella like a hammer between the eyes.  “Oh my gawd, where did you get this?"

“Let’s just say a friend thought the record of our Friday night adventure would be something we didn’t want splashed across the headlines of the tabloids.”
 
“True.”  Relief surged through Isabella and her legs would no longer support her.  She plopped down onto the sofa behind her.  “Oh, my.”  Her heart pounded in her ears.  She could think of nothing else to say while she tried to quiet the roaring in her ears.  Here in her hands lay the evidence she’d spent many sleepless hours thinking about.

“Feel better?”  Galvin sat beside her on the couch and reached over to massage her neck.

“Much.”  Her pulse began to slow down and the pounding surf in her head subsided.

Galvin’s hands were magic.  His fingers pushed down the collar of her bathrobe, leaving her neck and working on the tension in her shoulders.  The pain from the stress of the past few days began to melt as he released the knots across her back with his manipulations.

“I’ll give you until morning to stop that.”  She sighed in bliss.